prove it - j.g

chapter fifty five: "is this a dream?"

14 or 15 chapters left, OH MY GOSH.

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vanessa thomas

there he was. he was about one hundred feet in front of me, singing his heart out and enjoying his time performing in front of his fans. he has no idea im in this close of proximity. it's crazy. just like johnson had informed me, jack was moody. or emotional. they're only on the fifth song and he already had tears in his eyes while singing.

whenever jack wasn't looking or couldn't see, johnson would check and see if i was standing there. he'd send me a reassuring smile since he knew how much my nerves were bouncing off the walls.

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the last song of the night finally began to play. i quickly rushed back into the dressing room, preparing for an insane surprise on jack. i kept my phone right beside me as i sat on the chair. where i was sitting, he wouldn't see me as soon as he walked in which was going to make this interesting. he'd have to walk in, close the door, then there i was, behind the door sitting on the chair that was set in front of a desk.

from here, i could hear the loud speakers blare the music of jack and jack. only moments went by before i heard them thanking the crowd.

this. is. it.

seconds went by before my phone had lit up with jack's contact.

"hello?"

"hey babygirl. what are you doing?" jack asks, sounding completely out of breath.

"hey. how was your show tonight? you sound pretty exhausted. im actually just sitting down at the table right now" i respond, not completely lying.

he sighs, "it was a great show. i really wish you were here, vans. i miss you so much."

i smile, knowing he'll be walking through the door any moment.

"i know, baby. you'll see me before you know it, don't worry" i reassure him, ending the call to freak him out.

the door opens. he walked in, loudly sighing. as he walked over to the couch that was diagonal from me, i heard johnson.

"are you talking to vanessa?" he asks jack who laid on the couch, his hands covering his face. clearly, he didn't see me.

johnson looked over at me after peaking around the door and pointed at jack.

"we were quickly. she hung up on me, so she's probably busy" jack sighs again, sounding stressed.

i stand from the seat, quietly and carefully walking over to jack. i kneal down on my knees in front of him, leaning down to kiss his lips as i place my hand on his cheek to ease his scare. he didn't know who was kissing him. that was, until he felt my hand. he shifted on the couch, leaning his hands down to hold my waist and move me upwards. pulling me down onto the couch with him, he holds my waist to prevent me from falling.

the both of us pulling away from the kiss. i held a smile on my face as he teared up and caressed my cheek.

"is this a dream?" he asks, his voice cracking.

i smile and peck his lips, "no baby, you're living in reality. you performing was similar to a dream, though."

he smiles and speaks in disbelief, "you watched us perform?"

"johnson picked me up at the airport at midnight. i was sleeping in johnson's room all night. he faked sick, then faked he couldn't sleep because we didn't want you to think we were doing anything else. it eliminated any doubts or anything. so yes, i watched you perform" i explain.

he smiles and holds me tight, "i'd never accuse you or think you would do anything of that sort. but thank you for thinking of it."

i smile up at him, "you're welcome. i hate seeing you cry. even hearing that you were tearing up throughout songs, jack. why?"

"because i really fucking missed you. i really needed you" he responds with a frown, "how long are you here for?"

"ten days" i answer, earning a sad smile, "what's wrong?"

he sighs, "only ten?"

i chuckle, "ten more than we had originally planned, babe."

"i love you" he says, kissing my forehead.

i hug him and bury my head in the crock of his neck, "i love you."